‘Taste mine cunt you lover you friend, Eat me and lust for me, until I writhe and bend, Inside your mouth, my clit is about to sing, My cum pours on...you, annointing you like a king. My finger reached for Rachel’s clit, which was shining outwardly, grown to an inch. I rubbed it. I licked my finger and I caressed it. It was most curious, a tiny cock. It was so lucky to always be between Rachel’s legs. I dreamed I would one day be her clit. Rachel was writhing with desperation. Her movement. If there were nefarious characters hanging around the neighborhood, it was best to be aware of it and prepared to take action. I retrieved the mail and headed into the house, wanting to ask Lorie – my wife, Loretta – if she had any idea who the big Harley might belong to. I called out to her as I crossed from the foyer into the living room, but received no answer; that was odd, her car was in the garage. It occurred to me that she might be doing laundry and was thus unable to hear me, so I. ”“Silly name,” she repeated. “Now your brother, on the other hand, he’s got a strong name. You got the girly one.”“Fuck off,” he muttered. “Where’s Logan?”“Somewhere else. Now, what to do with you ... what to do with you ... Victor’s going to want you dead, I suspect. That’s what he would have done to your mother had he been on time, that stupid prick. I told him when to be there, and he was late. Not my fault he was late!”“Uh...”“I’m not so sure dead is the way I want you. I suspect there’s. " Get over there in your corner while I figure out how to make you stop worrying your mother so much."She goes to the corner, and in a spoiled huff she just kind of looked at me, stuck her tongue out at me, and then put her self in the corner.Good, now I can give you an idea of what's going on here. She is not a "Little Girl", at least not age wise. She is 22, 5 foot nothing, maybe 80 pounds soaking wet,Strawberry blonde. She is one of what I call my "Satellite subs".Last night, you met part of.